"Go back home," the shadow whispered. "You must go back home." Its androgynous voice was monotone, almost bored. Its hair moved as if it had a life of its own, and the air around it seemed to crack and warp.
"Go back home? Why?" young Mitsuki asked innocently.
The shadow repeated the same words.
"You must go back home. Go back home."
A little frightened, the boy grabbed his handheld console and slowly stepped backward. He never took his eyes off the ethereal being, still afraid it might be dangerous. The older Mitsuki, on the other hand, suffered on the ground as he watched his younger self run away in fear.
He turned his gaze back to the shadowy figure and felt a chill.
'Is it looking at me?'
Yes—the shadow was looking at him. In fact, it approached him, crouching down to meet his eyes. Then, it spoke:
"Do you want to know who I am?"
Mitsuki fell silent.
"Tell me, Mitsuki. Do you want to know who I am?"
